All language subtitles for 09-Un

Hyde Park has a kind of serenity today.

The sort of serenity I feel now.

Although, perhaps justice better
describes it.

Yes, a poetic justice.

It is hard now to believe that the
entire adventure began just three months

It has been April 12th, 1874.

I remember the date well for Gilbert and
Sullivan's new play HMS Pinafore had

opened the night before.

I recall how Sir Arthur's music haunted
me as I approached Jack's flat in

Victoria.

Our engagement had been terminated a
week earlier when my father decided that

schoolmaster was simply not a proper
match for his only daughter.

I was, you see.

An innocent maiden, then.

Indeed, I... carefully believe how
innocent I really was...

just three short months ago.

Alice! Dear Alice! I've only stopped by
for a moment.

Your letters and book.

Oh, yes, I've missed them.

But you're alone, quite alone. Is Marion
not with you?

Oh, Marion, yes. My sister.

She had a wretched headache.

Oh, how sad.

Won't you come in? You look rather
frantic. In fact, rather wild. It suits

No, I can't. I had a dreadful afternoon
at Howards, and I'm in a frightful hurry

to get home.

Well, have a good day, and give my best
wishes to Marion for a speedy recovery.

Good heavens!

Frog, could I possibly borrow your
umbrella?

Yes, do come in while I go and look.

Won't you come in?

I'll wait right here while you get the
umbrella.

Frightfully, sorry, it vanished.

Although I could have sworn I put it in
the stand.

I must have left it in my study at
school.

Careless of me. You always... Oh, no.

Oh, I am sorry.

Oh, no.

Do you have something that will calm me?
Of course.

Tea?

Please.

Two sugars.

Why, cucumber sandwiches.

How recklessly extravagant.

For you, my dear.

How delightfully thought.

It seems to be getting worse out there.

At this rate, I shan't get home this
evening.

What horrid fortune.

What seems horrid fortune often is a
blessing in disguise.

Why, whatever do you mean, Jack?

Oh, Jack, I'm petrified of
thunderstorms.

By Jove, it is coming down, and it looks
as though it might last.

How unfortunate.

Oh, Jack.

I'm frightened.

Then why don't you take refuge with me
in the snuggery?

For in there you'll not hear the
thunder.

It's a soundproof room.

Shall we?

It's a private study for studying
private things.

I never let school, etc., intrude.

Look, rain.

Oh, dear.

No exit?

Ah, yes, you see it, but... Not a sound.

Did you arrange that?

No, actually, it was that way when I
found it.

I must say I'm awfully pleased about it.

It's hard to imagine a study without the
sound of falling rain.

listen to it.

I do.

When I'm at home, for always.

No, I find it rather depressing.

This place used to be a madhouse some 50
years ago.

It took me hours of research to find
that out. I found the place quite by

accident. London is full of surprises.

Many people are inspired by the sound of
falling rain.

Darwin, for instance.

Have you read his latest book on earth?
Oh, God, no.

You know, Jack, I feel as if this room
are waiting for me.

Down there was the exercise room for
women of the upper middle classes.

A nuthatch, a loony bin.

A lovely thought.

Yes, isn't it? The staircase is my own
addition.

Why don't you go down?

No. I think I ought to be going now.

I'm sure the storm must be almost over.

I assure you, these storms last 34
minutes at the very least.

We have plenty of time.

Isn't science an extraordinary thing?

Oh, really?

Why don't you go down?

I hardly dare.

It's so dark down there.

What?

Another one of my improvements.

What won't you think of next?

It's the new electricity thing.

Electricity?

I've made many additions, but I think
I've managed to preserve the original

atmosphere. Don't you think?

Clever of you to pad the walls.

Oh, that's original.

But the cloth was my own idea. Oh.

Gainsborough.

I find I need the space for my purpose.

It's more comfortable.

What is it again? Photographic
equipment.

Stay away. It has to be kept clean.

Some of my pictures are over there on
the table.

Lovely.

May I?

Oh, please do.

You

know,

even when I first met you at Lady
Bunton, you were always tinkering.

Repairing her mechanical lint picker, I
think, or whatever it was.

Is this your gymnasium set up, Jack?

I do do some exercise from time to time.

I find it relates to my larger purpose.

What might that be, Jack?

Your violation, my dear.

My what?

The surrender to me of your maidenhead.

You must be mad to speak like this to
me.

I've waited one whole long year for this
moment.

You amused yourself with my heart.

And now it is my turn to amuse myself
with your body.

You forget yourself.

Be so good as to consider our friendship
suspended until you have suitably

apologized for your shocking lapse of
taste.

Meanwhile, I will only trouble you to
call a cab.

so that I might remove myself from your
hateful presence.

I might warn you that your screams and
cries for help will not be heard.

You will depart from here when I choose
to let you go. Tell you!

Am I a child that you're going to speak
to me like this?

No.

No.

You are a lusciously lovely girl,
possessing everything I desire, and

able to satisfy my fondest dreams.

You. I give you two alternatives. Give
me one. And only two.

Either you will submit quietly, or do
you prefer force?

You're mad.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You have three minutes.

If by the time the clock chimes the half
hour you have not consented to submit,

then I shall have no other alternative
than to proceed to take you by force.

Make the most of the last three minutes,
Alice.

Well, Alice, which is it to be?

Will you submit?

No. As you please.

But mark my words.

Within the half hour, not only will you
be offering yourself to me absolutely

and unconditionally...

But you will also be begging me to
accept your surrender.

I defy you.

No one ever said marriage was a contract
with no strings attached.

Get a hold of yourself.

You're a grown man and woman.

And what a woman you are.

You are going to be stripped naked.

Completely and definitely naked.

There is one detail that remains.

If I let you loose, will you remove your
clothes quietly?

Or must I remove them, one by one?

Deceptible cad!

You had your innings at my cost.

And now, it is my turn to have mine at
yours.

Don't touch it.

Let me go.

Oh, my God.

But you are delicious.

And I'm trying to imagine what you'll be
like.

With your clothes.

Take a look.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

No! No!

Delicious.

Jack!

Keep still. No!

Magnificent.

No!

Ah,

the Himalayas.

Well, Alice, which is it to be?

Don't unburst me.

Have me as I am.

It's not good enough.

You must be naked.

Have pity on me, Jack.

I'll be so quiet.

I said it's not good enough.

You don't understand how I feel.

I think I'm beginning to understand very
well.

This is logic.

Low?

How can you say that?

No, no.

I'm not letting you go.

And now, the draw.

Now?

Anything.

As magnificent as a body pillow.

They're not listening, are you?

Women!

In Timbuktu, the natives eat their
captives whilst the flesh is still

They just warm it up in the fire.

How do you like that?

A little...

Cannibalism.

Oh, I could see you for tea.

Cream.

And sugar.

Oh, how thoughtless of me for not
including you in on this magnificent

for my dear little kumquat.

Hold on.

No trouble at all. I simply pulled the
lever.

But enough of this silly banter. Let's
get down to business.

No!

No! No, Jack!

Calm down, Alice. It's no use.

I could fancy a whole room full of women
hanging up just as you are now, like

carcasses in a butcher shop.

I'm shortly going to ask you a question.

And I want you to answer honestly and
directly.

If you fail to answer, I must draw your
attention to this whip here.

If you fail to answer, I shall have to
apply it to you.

How old are you?

I've got 25.

Good.

Absolutely a pure virgin?

I said absolutely a pure virgin.

I include female as well as male in my
inquiry. No other hands but mine?

No other eyes but mine?

How can you talk to me like this?

Why not?

I only wanted to find out how much you
knew.

so that I might know what to teach you.

Miss Alice, allow me to introduce John
Thomas.

John Thomas, Miss Alice Portman.

Should John Thomas assume by your
indifference that you have in your time

many John Thomases that his sight no
longer appeals to you?

Do you not wonder whether... or not john
thomas will fit into your holy of

holies

No!

Steady, Alice.

This will take the weight off your arms.

Oh, no.

Jack, what are the manners of torture
lurk in this room?

Steady, Alice.

Don't, Jack.

Think a moment, Alice.

Larger things have come out than what is
about to be.

Please.

Did... did I hurt you?

At first.

But not afterwards.

Good girl.

Alice, this is the moment we have been
waiting for.

The what?

Surrender to me of your maidenhead.

No, not that!

No! What? Must I use violence?

I might tie you up again.

I can't be... Gentleman!

Gentleman? No, there must be...
Violence!

A primal moment.

The thrust.

The breaking.

Those shuddering eyes.

Resist me.

No.

Wait a moment.

Well, Alice, this is the moment you
become a woman.

Well, not completely, but...

This is the turning point.

Hold still, Alice.

Alice, this is my first photographic
picture of a maidenhead.

Thank you.

quivered out of floor, lips like scarlet
thread,

like a pomegranate cut open.

Oh, open to me my dearest lips, for my
head is

drenched with dew and awaits the
moisture of your night.

And now?

Paradise

lost.

Pat?

Yes, Alice?

Please, haven't.

I didn't.

Please.

Don't leave me like this.

Do you want a chocolate?

I could have thought that before.

If one were wise, one would lead life
only by inexperience.

That is what makes it so unexpected and
delightful.

Never to realize that is the true ideal.

You still have something left.

I can see it.

Hands off.

I'm saving that for another occasion.

This is cruel.

But why I'm not touching you?

I know.

No.

Frankly, now you're not a virgin, I'm
not really interested.

You always get what you want.

I plan ahead.

The things one does to pass the time.

Where are our poets and our novelists?

Jack, I'm Randy.

Thank you.

Mark my words.

Within the half hour, not only would you
be offering yourself to me completely

and unconditionally, but you would also
be begging me to accept your surrender.

Lucy, you can't beat a man with a plan.

Now as I remember that afternoon, it is
hard for me to believe how quickly I

changed from an innocent young maiden to
a worldly and ever so slightly

debauched young sophisticate.

A woman of the world, if you will.

I have often thought that there must
have been an element of lust in my

A latent desire for erratic fulfillment.

which Jack had awakened rather than
created.

I might have preferred a gentler
awakening, but that little matters now.

As reluctant as I may have been in that
first encounter, that is how willing I

was in our next.

It was two weeks later, and I had
brought Molly, my lady's maid, for a

brief visit.

I was telling you about, Molly.

Where?

It is a funny room.

What are those little places for?

We don't quite know. I think they're
probably one of Mr. Jack's photographic

work.

What's that?

Probably one of Jack's silly inventions.

That's not a stop, girl.

The jack gave me a stop. Didn't see you
come out of there.

It's a photographic brace.

You see, in photography, when one wants
to take a photograph, one must keep

perfectly still.

Not move a muscle.

Otherwise, the picture is ruined.

Couldn't do that. Not even for a minute.
I wiggle all about.

Me mother says I got ants in me pants.

Pants in your pants, you say?

What she says, sir.

Yes, well, why don't you try the brace,
Molly?

It's time for us to go now, Jack.

Thanks ever so for the photograph.

Come along, Molly.

I saw that.

What? Saw you taking the chocolate.

And now you're going to be punished.

Go.

Go. Go.

Go.

Richard.

Oh, Molly Fitchell.

Well done, Jack.

You, an unmasked and excelsior.

Yes.

Now you need a lesson.

I have a law.

The law not only permits the spankings
of wicked servants, but it also

encourages it.

Down!

I'm going to report you to the school
of...

They dispense the same kind of
punishment by the hour.

Sir Jack, please, go.

I promise to say nothing.

Sir, you realize how helpless you really
are.

Thank God if you don't, I'll make it all
for the pair of you.

And submit?

Yes. The sooner it will be over.

Jack!

You should resist.

You will have a long doing.

Me? And a bad time.

Now, if I release you, will you take
your clothes off?

Or must I take them off for you?

Jack.

May I undress her?

Why not, my dear? After all, she is your
maid and property, so to speak.

Thank you much, darling.

and watch while I am doing it.

Don't, miss.

Please.

Oh, God, let me stop her, sir.

Oh, steady, Molly, steady.

Oh, miss, don't, don't strip me naked,
please.

Steady, Molly.

I've never touched a woman's breath of
honey before.

Except, of course, my own.

Watch me carefully, darling.

And if I don't do it properly, tell me.

Lovely.

How delicious.

How sweet.

Don't leave.

A woman without a maidenhead?

Alice, how could you?

It's as if a part of her were missing.

A part of me is missing.

Well, we know where that went.

My God!

This magnificent experience was had by a
member of the lower classes.

By one of her usual associates.

By God knows who!

It wasn't that bad. How would you know?

You could have had it done by me, by me.

How do I know? She wouldn't give me some
disgust.

She might not even be clean. In fact,
she isn't.

Jack,

I've got something that might interest
you about poor Molly. I'm not interested

in anything about Molly. Take her away.
No!

You're whispering.

Very well, then.

Let her rest a bit and...

Whilst she's recovering, why don't you
remove all your clothes?

There's something tells me in your eye
that you'll be wanting something before.

I want something now, darling.

Now, Molly, when did this little slip
happen?

My compliments, mademoiselle.

Merci.

Why don't you go and get ready, Jeff?

We both be wanting you presently.

Oui, oui, mademoiselle.

You shall love me.

Lady Alice, I think she's had as much as
she can stand.

Oh, God, they've got... No.

Very well, then. I'm asked to be
dressed.

Undressed, Molly. Now, Molly, I want you
to confess.

How you were given the nickname Birdie?

Well, Miss Alice... Oh, she'll be
joining us shortly, don't you worry.

Now, is it not true that you were given
the nickname Birdie by some of the

servants because of a bizarre act you
performed with Edward Bowles, Miss

gardener? That's dark.

Not so, Molly.

Is it not true that you took this part
in your mouth, hence the nickname

A vicious rumor and lie.

Not so, Molly. If you persist in lying,
I shall have to use this whip on you

until you come clean.

Now, out with it.

I'll confess, sir. Let me, sir, only
I'll confess.

So it is true.

You did perform this bizarre act.

You've been a very good girl for telling
the truth.

Thank you, sir.

Now will you let me go, sir? Not just
yet.

For I have doubts about this rumor
myself.

The rumor says that you were able to
take all this and this too.

Now I'm going to ask you in the name of
science and discovery to enact this same

deed with me here.

For it is a feat, if you'll pardon my
saying, I find difficult to swallow.

You may commence at once.

I can't, sir. Why not, Molly? Not with
you, sir. Not with me?

Only with Eddie.

Eddie was me first.

And only true love, Eddie, was.

What a strange Puritan you are.

I can't say.

I can't.

Oh, God.

What's that, Molly?

I can't say, sir.

Yes,

Molly?

I'm lost.

Is something the matter, Molly?

Something's rather me wild.

By Joke, she ate the whole thing.

Now, Alice, hold on to her while I
remove her.

Now, Molly, you denied me the pleasure
of your maidenhead lost.

Now you will surrender to me the
maidenhead of your art.

Rust home!

My second encounter put an end to
whatever vision I may have had of myself

innocent young lad.

I accepted my own lustfulness.

Indeed, I embraced this newly found
sexuality.

I set aside my reluctance in caressing
another woman.

And now, my willingness was replaced
with a total eagerness for such exciting

adventure.

This was particularly so because our
next opportunity was to include an

encounter with Lady Bunt.

A pompous, pretentious woman of
questionable nobility and dubious

It was not her lack of morals which I
found objectionable.

I was scarcely in a position to pass
judgment on that.

But her total hypocrisy.

She pretended to great propriety and
perfect breeding.

But we all knew her to be superficial
and selfish.

Her manners were as affected as her
morals.

She was the sort of woman who may fool
men with her co -exploitation, but who

was quite transparent to other women.

We were all invited to afternoon tea at
Jack's.

I must say that it was with a certain
relish that I anticipated seeing her in

her naked reality, so to speak.

Under my bed.

Oh, really?

Oh, yes.

But my bed's not nearly large enough.

Hmm.

Cecily?

Would you care for some tea, Lady Bunt?
No, no tea. Thank you, dear Jack.

We've just had tea at the Duchess of
Berwick.

Such fancy, too really quite
undrinkable.

But perhaps, um, Thessaly will have
some.

Oh, what comfortable chairs you men do
get about you.

You bachelors do study your feature
comforts. And, uh, a furry

name. Bachelor.

Will you, my dear?

Oh, an offer of tea.

There, Mummy.

Of course you may, my dear, after all.

Mummy is, uh, chaperoning.

Cream and sugar?

Yes, thank you. Mind, he hasn't put any
cancerides in it.

Well, then.

Perhaps your ladyship would care to try
it first, just to make sure.

Oh, but my dear, never trust a man who
lives alone.

That's always been my matter.

Surely there's nothing here more
treacherous than your thoughts.

My thoughts?

Whatever could you know about those,
Alice?

A girl like you.

Let me tell you something.

I have found that the best remedy for
thoughts...

is our exercise.

But please, as a concession to my poor
wit, explain

to me what you really mean.

I think perhaps she had better not.

Nowadays, to be intelligible is to be
found out.

I, for one, would rather delight in the
vision of two angels.

That was a lovely compliment, wasn't it,
Cecily? Yes, Mummy.

Oh, Jack, what are these nasty pulleys
doing down?

They're not at all pretty and they're
hurriedly in the way. They form part of

gymnasium set up, Your Ladyship. I
couldn't be without it.

Well.

Well, uh, how do they work?

And, uh, what are these loops up here
for?

You know, I'm a dab in gymnastics.

Really, I am. But I've never seen this
sort of arrangement

before.

What a elaborate setup.

Yes, you're quite right, Cecily. Quite
right.

The loops form wristlets, you see.

Here we are. Let me show you.

Now, grasp the rope with the hand, thus
dividing the weight.

between the hands and the wrist, not as
in a trapeze where the weight is taken

by the fingers.

Oh.

How very clever.

Do you use these with your students?

Daring further that I invite my students
home to play with my equipment.

Afraid of a little buggery in the
snuggery, Jack?

Miss Alice, please.

Let me try, Jack.

Miss Alice, fasten me.

Cecily takes after me.

Oh, Mother, how jolly. I know.

Oh, but I can't keep it up much longer,
I'm afraid, my dear.

I'm not as young as you are.

Let me loose, Jack.

Not just yet, Lady Margaret. Alice and I
are going to have some fun with you and

Cecily first.

I don't... I don't follow you at all.

Lose us both at once.

I don't mind a joke in the least, but
you go too far, sir.

Perhaps this will help your ladyship
understand our ideas.

Stop! Stop!

How dare you! Stop this immediately!

I demand it!

Stop! Stop!

But you are beautiful, dear lady.

If the rest of you is like what I have
just discovered, then a banquet awaits

us.

Molly! Molly! Quick, undress Lady Bond.

Who is this woman? Where did she come
from, Jack? Miss Alice's maid.

Well, I won't have her doing this. Stop
her immediately. Do you understand me? I

said stop her immediately.

Oh, Mother!

Help! Help!

Adieu, Headmaster.

I'll have you reported. You realize
that.

Slip off. Slip off Cicely's drawers.

Good.

Now, each of you can command over the
cheek of her bottom.

Cicely, I'm going to amuse myself with
your mother.

I want you to watch intensely.

Don't touch me.

If you should avert your eyes for even a
second, for whatever the reason... I

shall command Alice and Molly to give
you a pinching that you will never

Ah, now be careful.

Oh,

God.

Mother, oh, mother.

Well, I think that will suffice.

present.

Gloriously ripe, my dears, and the
biggest quim I've ever come across.

God, how I wish I were the man that took
her meat and head. Jack, I swear you're

obsessed with the taking of meat and
head.

Oh, I truly love to get them. I truly
do.

And Cicely? I think she's a jack. Ah,
it's palliative.

Can we entrust the fact? Shh, not so
loud.

Yes, certainly. Go on.

Oh, no.

Oh, Mother, they're going to undress me.

Oh, for pity's sake, Jack. Do anything
you like to me, but spare my child.

Steady, Cicely, steady.

In there.

Good girl.

For God's sake, Jack, stop them. No, no,
Lady Margaret. Cicely must contribute

her share to the afternoon's
entertainment.

How can you be so cruel?

I have no doubt that Lady Margaret and
Cicely would prefer to be left alone for

a few moments. So let us go and undress.

Oh, Mother, what are they going to do
with us?

I can only guess.

Their going out to undress makes me
think that you and I will have to...

satisfy their... lust.

I'm afraid that they will... violate you
and...

outrage me.

And... then they will turn us over to
the girls and...

Cecily, my dear, I'm afraid that...

Girls can be very cruel to their own
sex.

You get hold of her legs.

I thought her name was Molly.

We call her Birdie. This is no time to
quibble about names, for God's sake.

I can't help.

This is outrageous that my husband never
has ever seen me. Now,

girls, unfasten Cicely and tie her to me
on the chair of treachery.

touches.

Gently. Gently. Alice, gently, dears.
You're driving her mad.

Jack!

Oh,

I congratulate you, your ladyship. Your
daughter is a virgin. And as I haven't

had a virgin in such a long time, I'm
all the more obliged to you for allowing

me this opportunity to take sweet
Cecily's maidenhead. Oh, you shan't

Naughty temper you have, Cicely.

Oh, Mother dear.

Alice, quick, get the feathers. That
will cure her.

Stop,

Miss Alice.

Miss Alice, do stop.

Oh, my God, I can't stand it. Miss
Alice, stop.

I'll be good.

Jack, I'll do anything you like.

Alice, stop for a moment.

There must be no mistake.

You must be willing to do anything I may
tell you to do, whether it be to

yourself or to anyone else in this room.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Alice, Molly, unfasten half of Lady
Bundt. One arm and one leg.

And then, all of you pleasure
yourselves.

Oh, my!

Now, Cicely, I'm going to teach you the
art of pricking.

I shall stroke you... roughly.

Now you stroke me... roughly.

Oh, yes, Cicely.

That's it, sister.

Huh?

properly.

Now, Cicely, I want you to do the same
to your mother.

I couldn't.

It's too horrible.

Now, Cicely, if you do not keep your
promise, I will tie you to your mother

spank your bottom so hard that your
movements will make her spin.

Now, my little pet.

Friendly, Mommy.

That's it, Cicero.

He's on top of it.

Continue, Lady Bond.

Sicily, go down on mummy.

Now, girls, unfasten Lady Bunton. Tie
her to the chair of treachery.

As I watched the little orgy we had
staged...

My thoughts suddenly took a darker turn.

I realized that Jack was not just
awakening our sensuality.

Rather, he was using us.

All of us to satisfy his own animal
desires.

And with that knowledge came the
realization that I would have to have

of revenge.

Not simple emotional revenge, but
something elegant.

Complicated.

My plan would eventually involve three
of Jack's students, as well as the women

who Jack had so callously used as sexual
objects.

But before we see how well my little
plan works, let me assure you that I am

by nature a petty or vengeful person.

It is just that we Victorian women have
a keen sense of poetic justice.

And, after all, it's not so nice to be
hung from the ceiling.

Tableau. A masterpiece of inventiveness,
my dear.

Jack.

Yes, Alice?

I'd awfully like to know one thing.

Yes, what might that be?

You tied me up on that fateful
afternoon.

Did it give you pleasure?

Oh, yes, of course. The sight of your
agony gave me intense pleasure.

Would you think it awful of me if I
asked to play the

same game with you?

What on earth do you mean?

I fasten you to the ropes.

And tie you up.

And give you pleasure in my own way.

Well, that's a divine idea. Yes, let's.

Off with the gown!

Oh, no, no. Anything, anything but not
the gown.

Off!

Oh, God, blimey. Oh, God, blimey, sir.
No, don't tie me up, sir. Anything,

anything but not this.

Submit. You know your screams and cries
for help will not be heard in here, my

dear.

This is madness.

Oh, please let me go, miss.

I'll have the law on you.

You need a lesson, Jack.

Let me loose at once. I don't mind a
joke in the least, but you go too far,

will help you to understand my idea.
Your ladyship.

Oh, please don't.

I will let you go.

Only after I have ravished you, my
darling.

Please, have pity on me and have me as I
am.

Molly, how did Lady Bunt...

What are you... What are you both doing
in... What is the meaning of this?

Cicely, what are you doing here?

Now, Alice, what is the meaning of this?
Let me down at once.

I demand an instant explanation.

What, have you all lost your tongues?

Answer me!

I demand an instant explanation.

It isn't that I'm not pleased to see all
of you ladies. It's just that I'm in no

position to be able to do you justice.

Now, answer me.

What is the meaning of this?

Wasn't he sweet when he said to us that
those boats were just for

gymnastics?

And lovely chair of treachery.

But I was teaching you.

I taught you all.

Try to relax, Jack.

I think we know what to do.

Relax? Girls, you should have heard him.
My maidenhead was a flower. A dear

little flower.

Alice, please don't... Oh, yes. What a
lovely cock.

And so small now.

Oh, and then I was a what? A lemon.

A cum cock. Oh, yes. And then an oyster.

Lovely. What a poetic imagination, I
suppose. I never knew you were a poet,

Jack. I'm not.

Now come along, girls. Come close and
I'll have you one by one.

Haisley, creatures, creeps, up with you.

For God's sake, who gave you permission?
I did.

You had your folly with us, dear Jack.

It's time you got your just due.
Whatever do you mean? Exactly what I

Alice, this is disgraceful. They are my
students.

I invited them to join and witness in
the partaking of your maidenhead. Are

mad I possess no maidenhead?

You do, sir, and it's peeking at me
right now.

Peters, how dare you speak to me like
that? Steady, sir.

I'm sorry, sir. I suppose it isn't
really cricket.

What you have just said could cost you a
thousand lives.

You forget your position, sir.

Thank you, Miss.

That's quite a relief.

It hurts when it's all pent up inside.

Oh, my God.

Now, I'm sure, sir, you haven't
forgotten all the caning and flogging

you gave all us boys in class.

But in case you have, here's a reminder
from the entire class.

Who's dead?

This is your moment, Jack.

The moment you've been waiting for.

The moment to become a man.

Let me go! Perhaps not all at once, but
this is the turning point.

My first photographic picture.